Avocado
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Why do we Brood?
I for one, am always irritable and consumed by very dark and heavy moods. Part the answer to my question, personally speaking, is that I feel a moral obligation to look at the painful, darker side of life. I also subsist by forcing myself to do things I don't want to do since I need to do such unpleasant and uninteresting things to survive. In addition, it feels like it would be wrong to not always be upset. As a result I tend to do nothing unless I have to do something, then I'm really unhappy when I have to do anything because I'd just as soon crawl under a rock somewhere and think about all the dark and disturbing things in the world. This is probably also why I dislike happy, optimistic people, since they come across as disingenuous, shallow, and inauthentic. Of course, I say and do ungeniune things all the time to survive, which adds to my self-loathing, but nothing can be done about that.
What is the psychological benefit of endless rumination and sadness? What is its ethical and biological appeal? Why can't we just let it go? I believe I could function better if I wasn't weighted down with so much sentimentality and pensiveness, and actually had a real goal besides just subsisting. It is a futile cycle that leads nowhere.
I feel more and more like my depression therapist is just a quack, and though my Zoloft helps a little, it just changes things from black to grey.
I for one, am always irritable and consumed by very dark and heavy moods. Part the answer to my question, personally speaking, is that I feel a moral obligation to look at the painful, darker side of life. I also subsist by forcing myself to do things I don't want to do since I need to do such unpleasant and uninteresting things to survive. In addition, it feels like it would be wrong to not always be upset. As a result I tend to do nothing unless I have to do something, then I'm really unhappy when I have to do anything because I'd just as soon crawl under a rock somewhere and think about all the dark and disturbing things in the world. This is probably also why I dislike happy, optimistic people, since they come across as disingenuous, shallow, and inauthentic. Of course, I say and do ungeniune things all the time to survive, which adds to my self-loathing, but nothing can be done about that.
What is the psychological benefit of endless rumination and sadness? What is its ethical and biological appeal? Why can't we just let it go? I believe I could function better if I wasn't weighted down with so much sentimentality and pensiveness, and actually had a real goal besides just subsisting. It is a futile cycle that leads nowhere.
I feel more and more like my depression therapist is just a quack, and though my Zoloft helps a little, it just changes things from black to grey.